I want to lay between
the lines of your
name,
and stay there until i hear your,
voice again.
And as the rain falls in parralel lines against the window as we take flight, i
cant help but see
creases of your soul
hidden in the spaces between
each one.
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
I want to lay between
the lines of your
name,
and stay there until i hear your,
voice again.
And as the rain falls in parralel lines against the window as we take flight, i
cant help but see
creases of your soul
hidden in the spaces between
each one.
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